CHAPTER 1: THE SIX EYES AND THE CHILD OF PROPHECY
In the shadows of the Tokyo Jujutsu High training grounds, Satoru Gojo stopped mid-stride. The Infinity around him flickered. For the first time in years, the Six Eyes sent a jolt of pure adrenaline through his brain.
Something had just been born. Something that made the very fabric of space-grey reality tremble.
"Interesting," Gojo grinned, a manic spark in his eyes. He began to dance, a solitary, eccentric celebration. "The world just got a lot noisier."
The Meeting of Monsters
Gojo didn't wait. Using Blue, he blurred across the city, following the scent of an energy signature that shouldn't exist. He arrived at a modest home and stepped through the door as if he owned the place.
Hitachi, Naruto's new father, held his son protectively.
"Who are you? Get away from my son!" Hitachi barked.
Gojo lowered his blindfold just enough to peer at the infant. Naruto stared back. In that moment, two titans recognized each other. Naruto saw the "Handsome Man" and felt the sheer weight of Gojo's power. Inside him, Kurama growled.
"Naruto, be careful," Kurama warned. "That man... he sees me. He is looking directly at my soul."
Gojo chuckled. "Your son isn't normal, Hitachi-san. He's a Child of Prophecy. He possesses Cursed Energy that exceeds mine. Even if you combined my reserves with the King of Curses, Sukuna, this boy would still dwarf us both. He is a god in a cradle."
Gojo offered to take the boy, to train him, to protect the world from the disaster Naruto would inevitably become. But Hitachi, fueled by a father's love and a sudden distrust of this "strongest sorcerer," threw Gojo out.
"He is my son. Not your weapon," Hitachi declared.
The Tragedy of Mahito
Gojo left, but the shadows stayed.
As Hitachi walked home later that evening, the air grew cold and stitched. A figure emerged from the gloom—Mahito. With a sickeningly sweet smile, the curse bypassed Hitachi's defenses.
"Congratulations on the baby," Mahito whispered, touching Hitachi's chest with Idle Transfiguration.
Hitachi didn't even have time to scream. His body distorted, bloating and tearing from the inside out, ending in a gruesome explosion of gore.
Naruto, sensing the sudden disappearance of his father's soul through his sensory link, let out a cry that cracked the windows of the nursery. His first loss in this new world had arrived on his second day of life.
The Years of Silence
Years passed. Naruto grew up under the name Hitachi (named after his late father), raised by his grieving but devoted mother. She was his world. Having never truly known Kushina's touch in his previous life, Naruto clung to his mother with a fierce, protective love.
He went to a normal school. He struggled with math and science—concepts far removed from the ninja arts. But he was happy.
Until the day the scent of blood returned.
The Massacre at Home
Naruto returned from school, calling out for his mother. No answer.
He found her in the kitchen. The walls were painted red. She was unrecognizable, a broken doll left in the center of the room.
"Mom? Stop it... this isn't funny," Naruto whispered, his voice trembling. "I told you I don't like these pranks."
Silence.
The grief snapped something inside the Uzumaki soul. For the first time in this world, Naruto tapped into the Baryon-level reserves of Kurama, filtered through the lens of Cursed Energy.
He didn't just go into a rage; he became a calamity. Naruto vanished from the house, a blur of golden-red death. Anyone he saw—anyone who might have been the killer—was obliterated. He wasn't the hero of the Leaf anymore. He was a grieving god.
He tore through the city, leaving a trail of bodies. He killed innocents. He killed without thought.
The 200% Purple
"That's enough, kid."
Satoru Gojo appeared in the sky. To stop the rampage, Gojo didn't hold back. He unleashed a Hollow Purple at 200% output.
The explosion leveled the block. When the dust cleared, Naruto stood there, his clothes singed, but his eyes glowing with a terrifying, ancient malice. He charged Gojo.
The battle was a stalemate of infinities. Gojo's Infinity kept Naruto back, but Naruto's raw output was so high it was beginning to warp the space Gojo inhabited.
Gojo eventually reached out to Kurama directly through the Six Eyes. "Talk to him, Fox. If he kills more, there's no coming back. I don't want to execution him."
Kurama, seeing the logic, withdrew his chakra, causing Naruto to collapse from exhaustion.
The Choice
The Jujutsu higher-ups and the government wanted the "Monster Child" dead. Naruto had killed civilians. He was a Grade-0 threat.
But Gojo stood in the center of the courtroom, his hands in his pockets, a cold smile on his face. "If anyone tries to take him, I'll kill you all. Then I'll let the boy finish what's left of Japan. Choose wisely."
They blinked. They folded.
Naruto was placed under Gojo's care. He joined the Academy, meeting Megumi Fushiguro—a boy who reminded him so much of Sasuke it made his heart ache.
The Truth
The story follows the JJK timeline until a fateful encounter in a rainy alleyway. Naruto, now a teenager, came face-to-face with Mahito.
Naruto moved to kill him instantly, his speed transcending the concept of "Grade."
"Wait!" Mahito shrieked, half his body already vaporized by a Cursed Rasengan. "Don't you want to know who really killed your mother?"
Naruto paused, his fist inches from Mahito's core. "Tell me. Now."
Mahito grinned, his eyes gleaming with malice. "It wasn't a curse. It wasn't a random act. It was Satoru Gojo. He knew if you had a family, you'd never become the weapon he needed. He 'cleared the path' for your growth."
Naruto felt his world tilt. He summoned Gojo to a rooftop.
Gojo arrived, leaning against the railing. Naruto didn't look at him. His voice was a low growl.
"Gojo... did you kill my mother?"
The silence stretched for an eternity.
Gojo looked at the horizon, his expression unreadable behind his blindfold. "Yes," he said softly. "I did."
TO BE CONTINUED...